“Her beauty isn't measured by some European standard of what beauty should be but by her confidence and the fact that she is loving the skin she's in. To me, that alone is beautiful.”
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My chains are gawkers
Bound by witnessing eyes
I am sacrificed
Burned in hell fires of apathy
I rise
The stench under your nostrils
Blacker than scorched earth
History's minions
I toil for naught-
A callous heart
But that I am seen
A human being
With human needs
Can't you see
I bleed
My river runs deep
Fermenting greed
Greasing the cogs
Of history
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